TRIPTYCH: Belief, Mind, Becoming I. Bloom of Beliefs (Earth — seeds, roots, growth) Beliefs bloom from scattered seeds sown in whatever soil we carry. Some lie dormant for years, waiting for a shift in weather. Some sprout clean and green. Others twist into strange shapes, half shadow, half truth. Flowers, herbs, weeds all of them… Continue reading TRIPTYCH of becoming
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Poems from my pending book
Echoes of the Labyrinth In the hush Before morning, I hear it— A small hum Threading the silence.Hope speaks In the language of almost, Of maybe, Of not‑yet.I rise Because it whispers. ****I thought hope Was a lantern— Something I carried.But it grew Like a pulse Beneath my ribs, A rhythm Older than fear.Now it… Continue reading Poems from my pending book
Echoes of the Labyrinth
*Siora, shadow‑light of the first map, breath that stirs the compass awake you draw the roads I have yet to name. Where your warmth gathers, the journey begins.* Threshold poem for my new book of prose poetry and short form poetry.
New Book
Here is the summary of my latest book. It is in final editing. Echoes of the Labyrinth is a journey through the shifting chambers of memory, identity, and becoming. Moving between the intimate and the mythic, these poems trace the quiet tremors that shape a life — the beliefs we inherit, the stories we shed,… Continue reading New Book
The eater of hours
The hour arrives the way it always does — silently, like a held breath slipping into the room. But tonight, something wakes me. Not a sound. A pressure. reverberation. As if the air has thickened. Something has metaphorically shaken me awake. I blink into the dark. The clock on the bedside table reads 02:59, though… Continue reading The eater of hours
Potential
Potential Bring us words — witty, wise or wistful written with all of their potential.Make sense of life’s distorted mirror, unlock our deepest emotional stirrings. Write with all of your potential.Share your words wrapped in plastic, paper or silk. Extract understanding, pain, happiness. Touch the deepest pit, the wildest joy. Help us distil each drop… Continue reading Potential
Feeling the sound
how night changeswith the saxophone’s weepas notes untangle themselvesfloating in the air like dandelion seedsthen become charged with bellicose beauty as they meld with the chasing archipelagosfrom the keyboard player’s nimble fingerslike twirling ribbons arching through the airthe atmosphere charged with emotionas the saxaphone weeps. Mary
Using Synecdoche
Using Synecdoche in Life and Poetry. Synecdoche refers to the practice of using a part of something to stand in for the whole thing. Synecdoche examples in Idioms and Everyday Language. Synecdoche is used in many common idioms, and it has become ingrained in the way we use language in our day-to-day lives. The meaning… Continue reading Using Synecdoche
Titling Poetry
Does the title of a poem matter? Some poems are untitled especially many micro poem and specific genres such as Haiku and Tanka. But what is the function of a title in a poem? Title is usually the first introduction readers have to your poem. Therefore, if you are going to use one make it… Continue reading Titling Poetry
Try not to write Obscure, Abstract Poetry because it confuses readers
Abstractions in poetry can be a great concept, when used wisely and judiciously. When abstractions are overdone, the poem becomes a confusing mess for the reader that often defies navigation to a successful conclusion. When someone tells you that your poem is too abstract, they are very likely saying you have abstractions where there should… Continue reading Try not to write Obscure, Abstract Poetry because it confuses readers
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 